A Christmas Carol: The Last of the Spirits

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The old man raked the fire together with an old stair rod, and having trimmed his smoky lamp, for it was night with the stem of his pipe, put it in his mouth again. Well, he did this. The woman who had already spoken threw her bundle on the floor and sat down in a flaunting manner on a stool, crossing her elbows on her knees and looking with a bold defiance at the other two. "'What odds, then?